lol, too funny. Running for drop shots is dangerous business. A kid here in town broke both of his wrists running for a drop shot, he is about a 4.5 player, so a solid player. I guess wrists is far better than neck!

Agassi losing the 1990 French Open Final because of his wig (from his autobiography "Open" ). Epic! :

"Every morning I would get up and find another piece of my identity on the pillow, in the wash basin, down the plughole . I asked myself: you want to wear a toupee? On the tennis court? I answered myself; what else could I do? Then the fiasco happened. The evening before the match I stood under the shower and felt my wig suddenly fall apart . Probably I used the wrong hair rinse . I panicked and called my brother Philly into the room. "Itís a total disaster!" I said to him. He looked at it and said he could clamp it with hair clips. It took 20 clips. "Do you think it will hold?" I asked. "Just donít move so much," he said . Of course I could have played without my hairpiece, but what would all the journalists have written if they knew that all the time I was really wearing a wig? During the warming-up training before play I prayed . Not for victory, but that my hairpiece would not fall off . With each leap, I imagine it falling into the sand . I imagine millions of spectators move closer to their TV sets, their eyes widening and, in dozens of dialects and languages, ask how Andre Agassiís hair has fallen from his head?

I was going to use this excuse next time I lost to Randy or JimD, but looks like someone stole it already:

Victoria Azarenka blames bad pedicure for Brisbane withdrawal

That's about the only one I HAVEN'T heard from you! That was funny.

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I was at this casino minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, "You're gonna have to move, you're blocking a fire exit." As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammible and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit. - Mitch Hedberg

Agassi losing the 1990 French Open Final because of his wig (from his autobiography "Open" ). Epic! :

"Every morning I would get up and find another piece of my identity on the pillow, in the wash basin, down the plughole . I asked myself: you want to wear a toupee? On the tennis court? I answered myself; what else could I do? Then the fiasco happened. The evening before the match I stood under the shower and felt my wig suddenly fall apart . Probably I used the wrong hair rinse . I panicked and called my brother Philly into the room. "Its a total disaster!" I said to him. He looked at it and said he could clamp it with hair clips. It took 20 clips. "Do you think it will hold?" I asked. "Just dont move so much," he said . Of course I could have played without my hairpiece, but what would all the journalists have written if they knew that all the time I was really wearing a wig? During the warming-up training before play I prayed . Not for victory, but that my hairpiece would not fall off . With each leap, I imagine it falling into the sand . I imagine millions of spectators move closer to their TV sets, their eyes widening and, in dozens of dialects and languages, ask how Andre Agassis hair has fallen from his head?